The hubby and I been having good small and deep talks lately. We drank, ate and talked for 2 hours on Halloween – about work, our dreams, my food cravings, how we used to be childish and spite each other, how much we grew up, how we had so many memories at the place we were drinking; both good and bad. Then we realised we don’t remember the last time we sat down, have beer and talked like that?
I told the hubby that it would be really sad if a couple ran out of things to say to each other. He nodded in agreement.
I’m glad we can still have conversations, R. May we never get bored of each other talking.